Team Virgo

Ever wonder how two Virgos manage to work together when both apparently prefer to be in the driver’s seat?  It’s all about respect, and giving each other space. 

To illustrate, I present a recent e-mail exchange.   Note that Yvonne is currently “between films.”  That means she is more or less off work, while I have to spend my days in an office.  With other astrological signs, that might cause jealousy, but not with us.  We are a team.

Me:  So, what are you doing?  Working on the website update? 

Yvonne:  Yep.  That’s what I’m doing. 

Hmmm…  Is that her don’t-micromanage-me tone already?  It’s the first time I’ve asked.  Today.

Me:  Good.  Because we promised to give away some books soon. How many do we have? 

Y:  Lots.  I’m just counting now. 

She’s not counting.  I bet she’s surfing the net.  Or flipping through décor magazines.  Or walking the dog.  All the things I’d like to do if I weren’t working.  Except for the décor mag part.  Plus I don’t have a dog. 

Me:  Okay, well, let me know when you have an update. 

 

Later…

Me:  How’s it going with that web update?

Y:  Coming along nicely.

For a writer, she’s quite stingy with her words.  Would it kill her to toss a distraction to an old pal whose job can be a little dull sometimes?

Me:  So, when you’re done, how about starting to write a new book?  Just asking.

Y:  I already did that, Ms. “Just Asking.”  I sent some stuff to you and now it’s your turn.

Me:   Okay, right.  But I’m working.  Anyhow, I meant another book.  You can’t have too many irons in the fire.

Y:  I beg to differ, my friend. 

Me:  Well, got any new ideas? 

Y:  No. 

Me:  We could just toss a few around.  For fun. 

Y:  I’m already having fun.  I’m not working.

Me:  So, what exactly are you doing?

Y:  Ignoring your e-mails from now on.  It’s not my fault you’re bored. 

 

Later… 

Me:  By the way, did I tell you I’m buying a Big White Car?  It’s not cool, but it does have seat warmers.

Y:  We could drive it across Canada and sell books out of the trunk.

Me:  Margaret Atwood invented that automated signing machine so authors don’t have to tour anymore.   The country is just too big.  Anyway, how’s the web update coming?

Y:  [sigh] I can’t wait till I’m working. 

Me:   I can’t wait till I’m not. 

 

Later…

This arrives in my inbox. 

So while I've been working for the man, Yvonne's been playing with her iMac. 

In case you haven’t noticed, she stuck a dog on my head.  That’s a totally passive-aggressive Virgo thing to do, don’t you think?  Especially when you know she wants to drive that car.

When I finally get to work on that new book, the villain will have blond hair, a cruel wit—and a hairy back.  

 

And that is what happens when two Virgos work together.